Stories and pictures themed around female domination and male subjugation and servitude. Unsuitable for children, for alpha males, for hard-core practitioners with an interest in the politics of bdsm and the mechanics of complicated rope work. Of interest to perverts like me, basically.
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| I rather think the romantic evening’s just getting started, don’t you? |
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| Despite her attitude to sexists, she’s a great believer in naval tradition. ‘Rum, sodomy and the lash’ and all that, although obviously today’s navy is alcohol-free. |
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| Perhaps Paul and Irene could discuss it later. |
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| Possibly several things. There’s always something. |
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| She looks nice. Just as well when you’re that small and vulnerable. |
So lock away the childhood and throw away the key.
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| Probably best just to do it. Discussions about obedience can become very repetitive. |
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| I think the best years of their relationship are ahead of them. |
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| Like many subs, I find there are limits to how much pain I can take… but none to how much I can receive. |
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| Frekke gutter som går av og oversetter bildeteksten under disse bildene, tar bloggen altfor seriøst. |
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| If he doesn’t, they can always turn their attention to the so-called ‘best man’. |
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| Scurry scurry scurry! |
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| Much like his response to the question the priest will be asking him a little later. |
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| I’ve occasionally asked my SO whether she’d consider putting me on obedience pills but weirdly she says she prefers an occasional bit of disobedience. Which is odd, because she always seems so cross about it… women, eh? |
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| Even if he sued her and won, there’d be the question of damages and I think any competent (i.e. female) lawyer would advise that those would be derisory and purely token, at best. |
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| It’s all part of growing up. |
She just is.
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| My SO once told me that it was on our honeymoon that I gave her the best sex she’s ever experienced. Which is a bit of luck, really, as you never know what you’re going to get when you’re in a foreign place and you don’t know the escort agencies well. |
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| It’s only fair: she took his electric razor, when they split up, I understand. |
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| Got there eventually. Well done. Now let’s talk about ironing pleats. |
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| Don’t worry: he won’t allow himself to be improperly influenced. Properly influenced, yes, certainly, possibly even vigorously influenced. But no more than that. |
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| Women, eh? Sometimes you’re supposed to scream in agony, sometimes you’re supposed to stay silent. How are we supposed to know? I mean, unless they use ball-gags and stuff. |
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| It’s important to fight back against the stereotypes. Wear the t-shirt, use the hashtag, carry the pliers. |
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| Well, it’s more romantic than stealing them from clotheslines. |
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| It’s best not to think about it too much. Thinking generally isn’t a sissy maid’s strong point anyway. |
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| I’ve never really understood knitwear fetishism, although enforced knitting as an alternative to line-writing has its attractions. |
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| Thank goodness for that. Lots of vanilla escorts wouldn’t have been so in tune with your needs, you know, might have just gone ahead and given you a blow job anyway. She’s obviously very special. |
…actually, modesty forbids me from saying what she was treading on. Let’s just say that she crushed my hopes and severely injured my pride.
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| That should take your mind off the pain from the ring she just put on you. |
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| Has she ever considered just walking around the horse shit? I mean, that would be so much more considerate, right? |
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| Yet another example of a failure properly to consider Rule #18, here. |
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| So much better to resolve these things without having to involve the insurance companies. Paying and fucking off is actually one of my favourite femdom activities, so it’s even a bit of a turn on too! |
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| Men in this day and age have to realise that there is nothing inherently humiliating about being financially dependent on a woman. The humiliation, if any, is all in the way it is done. |
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| Oh no. Don’t tell me I married an escape artist. Again. |
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| Scurry scurry scurry. |
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| Thank goodness it’s nothing personal. |
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| That looks very motivating, doesn’t it? I think just one of those rods would motivate me, so a whole bunch wrapped together like that… I feel motivated just looking at them. |
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| I wouldn’t mind, but he’s the priest who married us and that just seems wrong. Still… very nice shoes. |
What a lovely word. I am her thrall.
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| Happiest day of your life! And don’t you forget it, you ungrateful little bastard, or she’ll give you something to be unhappy about! |
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| It’s not just convicted sexists, either. Carry the donor card, help someone to look fabulous after your death. |
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| I’ve never liked spiders. Bitter acrid flavour and the legs get stuck between your teeth. |
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| Looks fun. And they give you a little souvenir bag of sugar at the end of the month. Give it to your domme, the next time you book a normal session and thank your lucky stars it’s just fantasy play. |
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| He found her through a card she’d put up in the local telegraphy office. |
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| Without question. |
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| Good. Can’t wait for my consciousness to be raised. |
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| 10 is the new 8? You know, just the other week my SO was caning me and I thought we’d finished but she announced that 12 was the new 6! I don’t know… when I learnt maths in school it all seemed a lot simpler than that. You just held your hand out and counted until she was finished. |
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| Actually, the vicar turned up on time and I have to say: he was quite cross to see what was happening on top of his altar! So that was a bit embarassing, but the rest of the wedding day passed off smoothly. The night didn’t go so well, unfortunately, but thank goodness Sven was there too or I think things would really have been difficult. |
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| If I manage to find a copy of the video, I’ll share it with you. I’ve never actually posted a funny cat video – must be the only blog on the Internet not to have done so. |
It’s that very special time of year. The holly and the ivy… both actually almost as unpleasant-tasting as all the pine needles I have to eat off the floor, but it’s a tradition and I can’t argue with that.
Nothing particularly Christmassy about today’s captions, though – just the usual rubbish.
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| I’m going to have a go at writing some snip-lit some day. They say write what you know. |
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| When we engage in medical roleply, my SO likes to use actual medicines. She gets a friend who works in a hospital to give her stuff that they’re throwing out because it’s near its expiry date. Says it makes it more realistic. I don’t suppose there’s any harm in it. |
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| My wife came multiple times on our wedding night, I’m told. |
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| She read somewhere that husbands and wives should always agree on financial decisions, so she wanted to make sure he was OK with it first. |
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| The video basically just consists of cut-scenes. (Sorry, sometimes I can’t help myself) |
